This was a hard year. One I'm glad is over. There is hope, promise, in throwing out the calendar and starting afresh. In writing a new year when I scribble the date. In the thought of 1/1/08. I don't get to see the ball drop, but I'll be dropping some weights and leaving them behind at 11:59. Hope is what I'll be holding onto, like a sparkler, at midnight.
Tomorrow is a new day. And I'm breathing in deep. "Cause tonight's the night the world begins again."